One of the orange new arrivals was looking around, seeming very lost. She kept clutching something in front of her like she was holding a staff or a shield with a staff like grip to hide behind, but nothing was there. She wasn't even aware of the habit, really. Or rather, it still escaped her sometimes that she was so alone.... Well, maybe not fully alone...

She went to attach whatever it was to her belt and there was an almost heartbreaking moment visible on her face as she realized that she neither had whatever she'd been holding or a belt. She fished a pouch out of her pocket, the sort of thing that you might hold a deck of cards or dice in. She studied the bag without opening it, desperation on her face at war with something deep within her.